Chapter 494: Chapter 494: Cherry blossoms falling like blood (XIV)

The black throne floated silently, and Zhou Huai's gaze pierced through the clouds, looking down at the city below that had fallen into a deathly silence. The streets were littered with corpses, each one still in the position it had been in before it died.

Their skin was dry and shriveled, devoid of all moisture and luster, like the peel of an orange that had been squeezed dry, clinging tightly to their bones. Only a few people were still convulsing in pain in the corner, their lifeline about to be extinguished.

Zhou Huai sighed inwardly. In the end, we were still a step too late.